For the past couple of months, I’ve been getting boyfriends. Well, they’re trying, anyway. On Facebook. About two a week. The messages are all basically the same. In broken English, they say, “Hello, beautiful. I see your profile online, and you are like sunshine. I am looking for a lady to share with my life, and you are that lady. I await for you to contact me for meeting.”
Now. While I have nothing against online dating services, I am not on Facebook to find a man. I am especially not on Facebook to be a green card wife for some guy who wants to get into the country. Nor am I inclined to be interested in anyone who comes at me with a couple of lines like that and thinks I could possibly take them seriously. I mean, come on. If they read my profile, then they know I’m a writer. At least use spell check if you want to marry me.
Admittedly I’ve written about stranger meets than that: in my latest book, Rules to Catch a Devilish Duke, which comes out tomorrow, the hero, Adam Baswich, fishes the heroine, Sophia White, out of an icy river when a bridge collapses. He’s angry, because with the bridge out the parade of potential brides he’s arranged to see can’t arrive. She’s amused, because after the past few weeks she’s had, after the life she’s had, getting dumped into a river just kind of makes sense.
While Adam at first thinks that he can pull a Facebook man stunt and basically pick a bride out of a hat, he swiftly discovers that women are much more complex and interesting than he’d previously thought. And just because he thinks something is a good, handy way to conduct a courtship, that doesn’t mean Sophia or any other self-respecting female would go along with it.
Have you been getting date requests from strange men on Facebook? What’s the worst pick-up line you’ve ever heard? The best line? And are you going to buy Rules to Catch a Devilish Duke tomorrow?